At Julia’s Christmas party on Sunday evening I quietly got very drunk. Then in the bathroom I noticed that a board on the door was nearly falling off, so I kicked it and broke it off completely. I don’t have an explanation. Julia initially seemed a little pissed. I felt very badly. The only new person I met there has the same name as my mother. I talked to her for a few minutes and walked away. I noticed a girl with a nice short hair cut but she was with a guy, probably her bif. Oren almost got into a fight with him later that night. Dave and I were ready to help Oren out if needed. Later on Kate, Julia’s friend, asked me for a cigarette and I told her to ask Perrie. I don’t know her, Kate said. I remarked that she didn’t know me very well either, but she still was asking. Her response was that we’d met a bunch of times at Julia’s place. Maybe, but we don’t talk to each other or even greet each other, I thought. Perrie gave her a cigarette.
We ran a lot of the way home because it was cold. I was feeling reflective and mildly perturbed about something I couldn’t articulate. I kicked a garbage bag that was in the middle of the street and scattered shit everywhere. The next day I met Sam from Middlebury, I hadn’t seen him since the summer. That was pleasant.
On the bus ride home again I felt reflective. I felt tired. I didn't reach any conclusions.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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I know a ton of people with the same name as my dad (Dan *cough*). But no one with the same name as my mom (Teresa). Well, I'm friends with a Theresa on facebook, but I've probably only talked to her once. I think that's weird.
ReplyDeleteI think replacing all references to 'cigarettes' with 'penis' makes this easier to understand, even if that busts the suggestive tone you were aiming at.
ReplyDeletehuh?
ReplyDeletei though that party was fun. you made me laugh many times.
ReplyDelete-perrie